Morning Annoyance

 

Every Morning after finishing up loose ends of the days work to be delivered, I hop in the shower, pretty myself up a bit, put the http:drycleaningstationcolumbus.com  work in a blue cloth bag and out the door to deliver. Some mornings go as smooth as it can for the fitter is rarely ready and the work I am to pick up is rarely logged. Many questions by this fitter are often asked. What should I charge for this alteration, do your best with this fitting, will you replace a pulley on this nylon zipper for nothing? I think I could just scream everytime I hear, This is a very good customer many years with us from the beginning. Shouldn’t all customers be treated as if they will become a loyal customer and stay at your establishment because you do quality job with cleaning and exceptional alterations?

There is very little communication in this place of business. If there are rules set forward for operations I’m not sure they are being followed, and it is really a shame the owner is not making hand over fist with the alterations end of the business. He does not supply a thing, he pays a fitter hourly but she is stuck in a time warp of pricing and doesn’t realize the construction of garments are not put together as simply as they once were. Refer to picture for I could do that whenever I hear, it is simple, or this is the amount figure out (without ever seeing garment on the customer) where it will be best to take in. This is why I have a redo on a bridesmaid dress the fitter did not listen to customer and pull it tight enough according to customers wants. She probably dismissed her for she knows best. Hahaha!!!!

I need to really get out of this dysfunctional relationship of a 50/50 cut for most of  the times my sanity can’t take it. I become submissive often for I know I will be rudely dismissed because my answer wasn’t right. I have taken to saying “just tell me how you want me to do it and that is what I will do.” This answer often stings for I believe the fitter doesn’t want to be held accountable. I don’t either for fittings of garments never seen on customers. The only things I am accountable for will be the supplies I provide and the Quality of my work, which we know is EXPERT………………….

My venting of the day. Thanks for listening…………

Sweet Words

 

As the years have gone by so has my youthful body. The past week brought out the worst cravings and eating habits I have encountered in a long while. Every night I reached for a glass of wine or something containing a hint of alcohol. No i am not worried about being an alcoholic and it was typically a short white wine spritzer. I can take it or leave it, just reaching for a little relaxer in the wine. Along with the alcohol I seemed to pair it with chocolate or something sweet in nature. I even found myself craving Taco Bell for my first meal of the day at 11:30 am. Could my taste buds be needing these things since I barely smoke 2 cigarettes a day now? The week did bring at times feelings of depression, due to the gloomy rainy weather. I hope the new week brings the sun and fewer rain showers, just for a little while.

I am watching TV with the Man one evening aware of the eating habits I had formed during the week. He kindly asked if he could get me anything while he was up. Here I sit with a glass of wine and I asked if he would bring me the chocolate. Smiling, for he has witnessed me eating chocolate nightly, I promised the diet would begin Monday. Sweet words rang from his mouth as he informed me that I had nothing to worry about and he didn’t want me to change a thing for he likes the extra pounds and my new shape and he was certain I would eventually figure that out for myself and not fret so much about it. Sweet right “I don’t want you to change a thing I like your shape.” these words resonate to me daily when I see this new shape in the mirror and somehow my body image isn’t so bad. I wonder about the days of the past when a cherubic shape was a sign of wealth and men lusted for the plumpness of a woman, the fullness of the breast and the roundness of a well shaped derriere. Is this his lust?

Men did love the Mona Lisa I can’t tell you why, but she has been described as a thing of beauty. I now am becoming one of these renaissance paintings brought to life. Thought I might duplicate one of these paintings hang it where I can gaze at the beauty of what it means to be really a woman and no longer a girl.

                     for this is beauty abound.

Don’t you agree??????

May

 

The Month of May has been gloomy and grey bringing depression and pain

I want to spend my days alone in bed because of the pressure in my head

How long will the gloom remain it truly is hard to say possibly 31 days?

May if you only could fly away fast show the sun for the summer ahead

I will be reborn again and jump for joy to play the day away.  

A little ditty that keeps swirling in my head. It seems the weather is so unpredictable. Humid and warm one day cold and damp the next, now we are stuck with drizzle and rain. Bella girl is having issues with such weather and doesn’t like it either. She doesn’t want to go outside and even pooed in the house. BAD BELLA, BAD! I think I may need to purchase rain gear to walk her so she is forced to do business in the rain. What is it about little dogs and their pickiness with such things? I promise to dry you on your return inside no worries there. The end of the week may improve I believe the news warned of warmer temps with peeking of SUN. May just fire  up the grill and invite a few over. Who’s in??

Sharing

After 24 years of marriage I find I do not like sharing the bathroom at the same time as the Man. I asked myself Saturday, what it was that bothered me so much about doing this. I went up to the bathroom to get ready for the day, wouldn’t you know, I am barely prepared and in comes the Man. When you are young and newly married you tend to find this an opportunity of love, with hopefully an outcome desired and fueled by passion to be next to each others clean flesh. Twenty four years later and a body that has taken on a new form you feel less desirable and desire less. This may be one theory, but not the right one for I believe I do still desire passion in my life, passion not just sex. There he is trying to be funny making funny faces on the shower door and I can only feel annoyed. He is throwing me off my game for the day,  I am in deep thought about how my day will go and all the things I need to do and what I would like to get accomplish. My mind is busy planning. Even though it is Saturday it is still a work day for me. His showering ritual is over next step teeth, with music being turned on and classic rock begins to blare. Really I ask you. I am in the process of applying my face, low and behold now I need to share my space so The man can blow dry what little hair he has, annoyed again. This should all be amusing and sometimes it is, most days no. Final spit in the sink of mouth wash off he goes to dress while leaving music on. He is dressed comes back and switches the radio off. Now I can finish as I began in Peace.

Conclusions I have come to. During the work week the Man is usually done with his daily ritual before I rise from my slumber, no sharing there. I can prepare for my day without bumping into him, even though we have a sufficient bathroom. Most work days this is generally done in a haste with an allotted amount of time. On the weekends when I can take a little more time for myself and primp more or even just do the personal hygiene bit there isn’t time for during the week, I would like to do it privately. No music please for I still have a day to plan in my head. So today Sunday I asked the man when he planned on showering. Would he do it before me. Why he asked? I just knew as soon as I stepped into the shower he would be ready to shower as well. I politely told him I would like to have the bathroom alone without disturbance. Why? Again. “I have personal things I would like to take care of today in peace.” I said  So he responds with “I think you just hurt my feelings.” Boo hoo, I thought. “Sorry I hurt your feelings but I would just like the bathroom alone today so please be my guest and go first.” In the movie It’s Complicated ex wife remodels a bathroom wanted only a single sink not for the same reasons as I might. The double sink made her sad there wasn’t anyone to share it with. For me there wouldn’t be enough room. Maybe a his and hers bathroom? The Man kindly obliged me took his turn first promising not to be long. It wasn’t about the length of time, it was about the sharing of space and the difference in our daily rituals. 

Today I asked for what I wanted, received it and took a very long shower with primping and trimming in Silence.

All is Good on this bright shiny Sunday.

 

Thank You Daughters

I truly do not think I could have gotten together such a wonderful party for College Girl without the help of My Daughters. I have been Blessed with three wonderful Daughters who understand and except the pressures I put upon myself. Why is it I need everything to be as perfect as possible? That is just crazy, for life isn’t perfect. I have been accused of being Martha Stewart and have also been told that I intimidate others because of the perfection and effort I put into throwing a gathering. Oh well. Sorry for intimidating you. Be me, it isn’t easy being this way.

Never fails. Whenever I plan a big party or a vacation, this is when business picks up. I had a big wedding party to finish and as I have said an overload of work. Cali Girl arrived a week ahead of the party just in time to go to Gallery Hop and her sisters’ Senior show. This was a big surprise and a lot of fun, I have always wanted to Gallery Hop and now I have. My week got busier and busier as it went along. So much still to do, but I must make money to pay the bills and pay for the party. Cali Girl, College Girl, and First Born all helped out. They beautified the yard front and back since this was where we had planned on having the party.

So the end of the week closes in still the house needs to be cleaned, cake needs to be baked and groceries bought. Friday was spent doing all of the shopping and preparing of the meal. A local restaurant helped with the sides and First Born and I gathered the rest. College Girl entertained Grandma who arrived the night before in order to go to the Commencement.The day is finally coming together. The cake had to be baked twice first time around not so good. Another trip to the grocery by Daughters. The final product a success. Not to bad, she is gong to be an Art Teacher of Elementary Junior High.

Off to Commencement we go and what a miserable day it has turned out to be.Cold and rainy. May is so unpredictable. I THANK YOU DAUGHTERS none the less for all your hard work in the yard, even though the party now will be held indoors.

Commencement was not too long and a tear came to my eye every time I viewed College Girl in her cap and gown. Graduated Cum Laude. I have always felt she would be a success for very few things in her life are half done. Let the party commence and the cake be eaten for I will celebrate College Girl and her future successes and My lovely Older Daughters for all their help in making this day truly successful.I could not have done it without your help. THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!!!!!



Caps are thrown drinks are toasted and the future begins.

The Art of Pressure

The end of April the pot began to boil briskly. It was in the final count down days of College Girls Senior show with wall hangings to finish for exhibition. With this said it also became Prom season. Tailor shops become overwhelmed and reach out to the back up help they employ. Mah!!  This was just the start of non stop work and helping others out of jams. There were days filled with silks flying, cutting table being used by two instead of one. I was glad for the company but sad I could not give undivided help where needed but only instruction from behind my work at hand. College Girl became very knowledgeable with the ends and outs of the operation of a sewing machine and the layout of fabrics for semi quilted wall hangings to present as pieces of art with many details. The outcome was Fabulous and the most colorful and creative piece of works in the whole show. She should never doubt her talent or eye for art, for she truly has a gift and with years of practice she will find the technique she enjoys the best. I am flattered that my youngest daughter chose this medium for her show. I am very proud of the tenacity she had in finishing three pieces that required sewing. She never threw in the towel when things became rough or seemed unobtainable with dead lines closing in around her and pressure becoming overwhelming to finish in a technique she knew very little about.

BRAVO to you my Darling Daughter I stand and applaud you. 

  

The Final Show

 

and the beginning of being on the Maypole.